Nancy: I don't think that Johnny likes me. Sid: He doesn't like anybody. He's a fool. Nancy: You like me, don't you?

Nancy: If I asked you to kill me, would you? Sid: I don't know. How would I do it? I couldn't live without ya.

[getting off the phone with her parents] Nancy: I fucking hate them! I fucking hate them! Ass! Ow! Fucking motherfuckers! They wouldn't send us any money! They said we'd spend it on DRUGS! Sid: We would!

Nancy: I hate my fuckin' life. Sid: This is just a rough patch. Things'll be much better when we get to America, I promise. Nancy: We're in America. We've been here a week. New York is in America, you fuck.

Steve: [playing darts in the pub] Get the darts Paul. Paul: [checks their hands] Let me see your hands, keep 'em where I can see 'em. I'm watching you, you bastards. [goes to the dart board] Sid: Hey, Paul. [Sid, John and Steve start throwing darts at him] Paul: Fuck off. Fuck off! Duke Bowman: Steady on boys. Paul: Bastards! It's not funny! You could stick me in the eye; put it in my brains, I couldn't play the drums then. Steve: You can't play the fuckin drums anyway. John: You can't play the fuckin drums anyway.

Detective: [Sid has been arrested] Why so tense kid? Look, we just wanna know who the girl was. Where did you meet her? Son? [hands him a cigarette] Detective: Son. Sid: [Takes a drag and sniffles] I met her at Linda's. Detective: Linda? Who's Linda?

Paul: Fucking cabbies, that's what we should be. Make two hundred quid a night being a cabbie. Sid: Why don't you fuck off and be one then? Paul: Cos it takes eighteen months to learn. Sid: You need a driving license too. Paul: And a set of golf clubs.

Sid: Why don't you shut up and fucking sing you twat. Paul: You're well out of time, Sid. Sid: Bollocks, you wanker. Steve: Play the fucking song, will ya. John: Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?

Sid: [in a taxi on the way to the airport] I wish we wasn't breaking up. Phoebe: Well it's a bit late for that isn't it? Paul and Steve are flying to Rio, Malcom's in London, John's in New York. Sid: Yeah, great. What am I gonna do? Phoebe: Anything you like; you're a free agent now. Sid: I'll go home; see Nancy. Phoebe: Yeah, well do that. Sid: Master Kung Fu. Phoebe: Look try and get off the heroin OK? Come on promise. Sid: Ok. Phoebe: And cut back on the drinking all right? Sid: Yeah all right, all right I promise! Cross me heart and hope to die [he smirks]